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“You've never had anal sex.”
Surprised was not quite the correct way to describe the way Gowther said those words. If a human emotion had to be attributed to it, surprised would come to mind, but it wasn't right. It was more like he swirled the thought over his tongue, tasting it, experimenting with it.
King didn't think it was possible for his face to get any more red. He hid in the comfort of his pillow, clutching it to his front as he peered at Gowther. Not that Gowther noticed his embarrassment anyway with the way he wrinkled his nose, and stared at the fire, lost in thought.
Everyone had gone to bed, or passed out – as in Ban's case. His body could still be seen in the darkness just outside the firelight. It was only Gowther, King, and what was left of the alcohol. The night air was cool, and refreshing, but did nothing to aid in the heat that burned down the back of King's neck. He couldn't believe this was a conversation he was having with Gowther of all people.
“Have you?” King squeaked into his pillow. “Had anal sex I mean.”
King could see the effort it took as Gowther tore himself from his own thoughts, to look up at him again.
“Yes, I have,” Gowther said as though it were the most common thing in the world. “Would you like to try it sometime?”
“Would I like to – what? Why would you ask something like that?” King was sure he was about to burst a blood vessel. He was going to die of sheer embarrassment.
Gowther adjusted his glasses, looking almost pleased that King had asked such as question, giving him the opportunity to provide information. Gowther didn't lecture, such a thing was always left up to King.
“It is only natural for you to be curious about such things,” Gowther said. “And I am not engaged in a relationship at present, so I would be available to have intercourse with you if you wanted.”
King stared over the top of his pillow at the pink-haired sin. Gowther was looking at him. He was waiting, actually waiting for a reply. He was serious! King didn't know what to say, what could he say? He had just been propositioned for sex. The thought of Gowther on top of him, kissing him, touching him...penetrating him. What would he look like? There was no way his face would stay blank, he would moan...wouldn't he? He was the sin of lust after all.
Gowther was moving. He was crawling over to King on all fours, and with the help of the alcohol in his system, King grew to appreciate this. They hadn't been sitting very far apart, and Gowther covered the distance quickly. As he moved, his round ass wiggled back and fourth in such a way that was almost hypnotizing. The movement made the wide collar of Gowhter's shirt slip over his shoulder, exposing the pale sin, and the red mark that was his sin on his chest.
Gowther leaned in real close, and the proximity made King clutch his pillow tighter. The other sin made no move to touch him, just stared at him. The silence stretched on, and King began to wonder what the crook of Gowther's neck smelled like. His pillow still obscured the lower half of his face, and King found himself to be somewhat disappointed at this. The skin of the other sin was smooth, and pale. The ends of his pink hair were just in his line of sight were he stared at Gowther. If he were to lean forward, and touch that spot with his mouth, he would have to brush the hair aside with his fingers. Would his hair be soft too?
“You are wondering what it would be like to touch me,” Gowther said. He was so close that King could feel his breath on his face. He smelled of alcohol, but it wasn't unpleasant.
“Gowther, I told you to stay out of my head!” King shrieked.
“I have not invaded your thoughts.” Gowther sat back on his heels. “I merely observed the direction of your gaze, the increase in your breathing, and heart rate, and the flush on your skin. They are all indicators of arousal.
“You have my permission to touch me. It would make this process easier if you did, but I do not object to taking the lead either. I am indeed flexible.”
King took a deep breath, and released his pillow. Chastiefol floated into the air, and landed on the ground nearby. King crossed his legs. He tried, and failed to keep the blush from his cheeks. What did he have to lose, right?
“I-I think y-you should...take the lead.” King couldn't meet Gowther's eyes as the words fell from his lips.
Gowther leaned forward again, and when his hand caressed the side of King's face, it was warm, and soothing. It made King lean into the touch before he felt soft lips claiming his own. Just like the hand on his cheek, Gowther's lips were gentle. They moved against his unhurriedly. At the same time, King felt the hem of his shirt being pushed up, but he was sitting on it, and thereby preventing Gowther from having access to his body. This didn't seem to bother him as Gowther eased him backwards. King was pushed so that he lie on his back on the ground. He arched to help in wriggling out of his shirt. Once King was naked from the waist up, Gowther paused to strip off his own shirt. The other sin took a moment, gaze raking over King's body, almost as though he were analyzing him. Then that tongue was on him.
Gowther's tongue wasn't just experienced. An experienced lover was someone with confidence in their own abilities, but Gowther touched him as though he had done so a hundred times before. He licked a wet trail up King's neck, and nibbled at his earlobe for a moment before dipping that tongue into the shell of King's ear. King arched to the touch, tilting his head to give Gowther better access. The ends of Gowther's pink hair tickled his chest, and face, making King reach blindly for him. His fingers touched the strands as he buried them in at hair at the back of Gowther's neck. It was as soft as he had originally speculated.
Using the grip he already held in Gowther's hair, King pushed his head away from his neck so he could lick at Gowther's lips. The other sin responded to his eagerness by opening his mouth, and allowing King's tongue to brush against his own. The taste of alcohol was bitter, but there was also a sweetness to Gowther's mouth, not entirely unlike chocolate. As their tongues twined together, a low moan bubbled from Gowther's throat. The sound took King aback, it was the most human noise he had ever heard Gowther make, but even as his mind was surprised, another part of him found it inexplicably hot. The almost musical moan sent a shiver down King's spine, and straight to his cock, which was already hardening. As if on cue, Gowther dipped his hips down to rut his own hardening length against King, and it was his turn to moan.
King hooked a leg around the back of Gowther's thigh, and arched, craving more contact. Gowther obliged, moving against him as the soft palms of his hands brushed across King's chest. When he brushed over a nipple, the feeling was electric, making King gasp into Gowther's mouth. His tongue had slowed, distracted by the other sensations assaulting his body. With a teasing nip at his lips, Gowther pulled back only to move downwards. It wasn't lips that wrapped around one of King's nipples, it was teeth, and they bit down hard, drawing a line between pleasure, and pain. King thrashed beneath the sin, crying out. Only when the flesh had reddened, and puffed slightly did Gowther soothe the ache with his tongue.
King lie, panting, his brain a buzzing mess of sensations. Pain radiated from his chest, and pulsed in time with his heartbeat. Something was happening to him. Even though what Gowther had just done to him was painful, he found himself wanting it again, wanting more.
Gowther was licking inside his mouth again, rutting against him in a way that made King writhe. Gowther's hips were making tiny circles even as his tongue, and teeth nips at King's lips.
"S-stop," King gasped when he felt the pleasure begin to crest. Gowther didn't slow, didn't give him time to recover, and a deep shudder worked its way through King.
"Please. P-please stop, or I'll – oh god." King's back bowed, his mouth falling open, and his cock spurting. Gowther rode him through it, rocked against him gently until the tension seeped from his body.
Immediately, Gowther stripped him of his soiled pants, and King flushed. He had just creamed in his pants like a desperate teenager. Gowther didn't seem to notice, or care, and King's embarrassment deepened as the sin of lust eased his thighs apart.
Sitting back on his heels, Gowther thought for a moment, and it struck King that Gowther's expression wasn't any different. He looked like he was considering which book to read next, and not looking down at King, flushed and spread before him.
"I know," Gowther said. "Roll over for a moment."
Gowther helped to maneuver him onto his hands, and knees, but when Gowther tugged him back up his body, King swallowed. Gowther had lie on his back under him, and was easing him to crawl backwards, ass in the air.
"Don't be nervous," Gowther chirped even as he spread King's ass with both hands, exposing him in a way he'd never been before.
His mind whited out when Gowther licked a long stripe over him, pausing to give King time to process the new feeling. Gowther waited until King had relaxed before spreading him again, wider this time, and then his tongue was back on him in a way that hand King panting.
Gowther didn't ask for anything in return while he ate King out, but with King's elbows pressing against the other's thighs, he could feel the curve of Gowther's cock against his chest, still confined by his pants. Gowther radiated heat, and King could feel the faint pulse that would have made him blush if Gowther hadn't chosen that moment to ease a finger into King. The stretch made him gasp, and wince, clenching down as his body wanted to instinctively force Gowther out.
Gowther was moving under him, and when King opened his eyes at the feel of something brushing against his lips, the other sin's hard cock was in front of him. Without thinking, King opened his mouth to ease the head between his lips. Gowther thrust shallowly, and it drew his attention away from the stretch behind him, filling his mouth, and giving him something to suck on. He mouthed at Gowther half-heartidly, distracted by the goings on at his back end. Whenever he would tense up, Gowther fucked into his mouth until he relaxed again.
King was tight, virgin tight, and it stung as he was stretched around Gowther's fingers, making him hiss out. Gowther soothed the burn with his tongue, that sinful appendage pushing its way into his hole to slide up next to Gowther's fingers. The sin of lust licked deep, and it made him moan out, gagging around the dick in his mouth as Gowther automatically bucked into his vibrating throat. There was a mumbled apology that didn't sound much like an apology, but King wasn't paying attention as the fingers were suddenly gone. He whined out, pushing back, and feeling suddenly empty.
"Do you want more?" Gowther asked, but his tone was as emotionless as always. It jerked King back to reality, and he flushed again even as he nodded his head.
The fingers returned, the stretch making his eyes flutter. Gowther fucked him slowly, thrusting shallowly, and never more than King could handle. King was rocking his hips, moving himself on Gowther's fingers. He wasn't sure when he had allowed the cock to slip from his mouth, but noticed the absence of the weight on his tongue as he moaned out when Gowther rubbed at something inside him. Once the noise left his throat, Gowther was relentless, rubbing against his prostate without let-up until he saw stars. The second Gowther sucked his cock into his mouth, it was over, with a choked sob King came for the second time. That mouth swallowed around him, and Gowther fucked his ass with his fingers in time to the warm pulses until King whined again with over-sensitivity.
He rolled onto his back, too dazed to focus. The night air was cool, and he shivered, noticing the fire had died down to coals. It was what made him finally move to reach for a log, and throw it onto the embers, rubbing his hands together, and watching the log catch fire. He would have to wash his pants in the stream, which was far away. There was no one awake to see him naked anyway.
Gowther had all but disappeared, and King found it uncanny. Without a word, or thank you, Gowther was gone. King looked around him, squinting to try, and see beyond the light of the reviving fire, not able to see anything, but blackness.
Just as he was wondering if he shouldn't venture out to try, and find the sin of lust, footsteps sounded behind him. Gowther was coming back from the direction of the Boar Hat. He kneeled in front of King, and took in his body language.
"You are not done, are you?" Gowther said.
King flushed, sure he was a permanent tomato. Of course, he had come...twice, but Gowther hadn't at all. He swallowed as he considered the bulge tenting the front of Gowther's pants, the other sin having obviously tucked himself back in to go into the Boar Hat.
"H-how do you? - I mean, how would you like me to..." King trailed off, not sure of what to say. He wasn't sure what he had to offer.
Gowther held up a bottle, oil from the kitchen, and King looked away, worrying at his bottom lip. Of course he knew what Gowther was implying.
Gowther was so gentle that King hadn't really processed what was happening at first. The sin of lust was spreading his legs. Even though it was slow, King tensed, and Gowther hushed him.
"You took four of my fingers without lubricant," Gowther said. "You have no reason to be nervous."
King leaned back on his elbows, and watched, a lump in his throat. Gowther kissed him so he couldn't see what was happening, and he started at the feel at a blunt tip at his entrance. The tip of Gowther's dick was warm, and slick as he applied pressure to King's ass. He gasped. It felt big, too big.
"You need to relax," Gowther chirped above him. The pressure didn't let up, but he didn't just callously push in either. Gowther waited, and when King took a breath the pressure increased.
"Gowther!" King clawed at Gowther's shoulders for purchase, and the other sin peppered kisses along his jawline. When King took the head of Gowther's cock with a gasp, the other sin shuddered, his emotionless demeanor finally cracking.
Slowly, Gowther filled him, the stretch so wide it made him cling to the other sin, and bite down on his lip. Gowther mumbled praises, but the deeper he pushed, the lower his voice got, the only thing hinting at his arousal.
"Jesus," King groaned when he felt Gowther bottom out.
He was filled to the brim, and the feel of Gowther's cock, warm, and pulsing deep inside him made his own cock twitch in interest. The pain wasn't gone, but slowly the pleasure was beginning to overshadow it as he adjusted.
When Gowther moved, it made him cry out. Just as his hands knew exactly how to touch him to make him writhe, Gowther knew the way to roll his hips in a way that had King throwing his head back. He was fucked slow, and deep, Gowther pushing as far into him as he could with each lunge.
Gowther untangled one of King's arms from around him, and tugged his hand to his own cock. Mindlessly, King wrapped a hand around himself, and the pleasure made him tense, twisting a moan from Gowther's lips. When Gowther snapped his hips forward, the movement was much more rough, but it didn't cause pain, intead it intensified the pleasure, and he jerked his cock hard and fast. Gowther got the hint, and mirrored King's pace, panting into the crook of his neck with strain.
"I'm gonna - oh fuck I'm gonna come," King warned, feeling his voice hitching, his throat raw.
Something inside Gowther snapped, and he became frenzied, pinning King's hips, and fucking into him with abandon. King worked his cock, panting as he raced towards his third orgasm. He felt Gowther's hips stutter, and he groaned out. There was a moment where King was empty until Gowther jammed three fingers into him with such force, curling them right into that perfect spot that sent him over the edge. As King panted, whimpering, and coating his stomach with come, he watched Gowther's face contort in pleasure with lidded eyes. The sin of lust was a sight, pumping his cock, and meeting King's gaze, his eyes clouded with his own lust as he came over King's stomach.
When it was over, King couldn't move, and Gowther sat back on his heels for a long moment.
Gowther said something to him, probably announcing his soon-to-be where-a-bouts before getting to his feet, but King was too wrecked to care. He couldn't believe that the best sex of his life had come from Gowther of all people.
"That's rude." If he hadn't just had his ass pounded, the slurred voice of the sin of greed would have freaked him out. Instead, King only turned his head to stare at Ban who had woken from his drunken sleep, and was sitting in the same spot he had passed out in.
"Next time you should invite me. You moan like a whore." Ban drawled, and only when King saw the other sin palming himself through his pants did he finally have the decency to blush.